Well, you don't know, what
We can find
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free.
Well, you don't know what
We can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride!
Well, you don't know, what
We can find
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free.
Well, you don't know what
We can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride!
I like to dream, yes, yes, right between my sound machine,
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night,
Any place it goes is right,
Goes far, flies near to the stars away from here.
Close your eyes, girl,
Look inside, girl,
Let the sound take you away.
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay,
Before the thing could answer me,
Well, someone came and took the lamp away,
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found.